"You again... what are you doing here?" He stands tall, cane in hand, and ready for a possibly fight.
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"You again... what are you doing here?" He stands tall, cane in hand, and ready for a possibly fight.
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‘ not just a scratch ‘
Blitz just had to get himself caught up in the stupid extermination somehow. Usually he and everyone else hid and let them just attack the sinners, they couldn't do shit about it...
Yet his dumb ass forgot what day it was and he found himself injured by one of the exorcists. Luckily he got away by confusing it with a machine gun. He was now hiding in an alley, wrapping up his injury as it was bleeding everywhere.
When he heard someone approach, he took out his flintlock and pointed it. "Back the FUCK off!"
"So, the hotel is looking great," Charlie beamed proudly at Lute. They had put a lot of effort into getting the second floor guest rooms ready.
ALL of the second floor guest rooms. The princess was optimistic they were going to have lots of guests and wanted to be prepared just in case.
The rest of the hotel was... not as ready. Things were at least moved out of the hallways and nothing was littering the main lobby floor. There were still plenty of boxes and broken furniture pushed up against the walls, cobwebs and unevenly tilted old pictures of the Morningstar family on said walls.
But the guestrooms were ready and Charlie was happy.
"We should discuss the program!" she said excitedly, pulling out a stack of papers with drawings and writings on them of varying kinds but all with cutesy colors.
"Our end goal is getting them redeemed and in to Heaven!" Charlie showed off a picture of a bunch of smiling stick figure demons under a rainbow. "And how do we do that? By helping them be better people!"
"And what are some of the attributes that would get one in to Heaven?"
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"Well aren't you adorable."
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It had all been a long and arduos process. More than the first man had wanted to admit. But this current project was one he was excited for amd deeply invested in. It would result in another of his girls for the troop and he had a really good feeling for the outcome this time.
There she was, suspended, not yet conscious. The other angels within the department tended away, checking status, vitals, marking reports. It was all standard shit and he had, had his role in it too. Finally it was time, he went over to her pod-side as the cover released, advanced formed light shield phasing away. He leaned over, an eyebrow raised in question, golden eyes seeking out signs of achieved success.
And he catches it, subtle at first, she's stirring and beginning to blink, he smirks.
"I'ma call you Lute, perfect name for the bad bitch I know you're gonna fuckin' be! And it has a great sound to it! It fuckin' rocks!"
"Am I the asshole for pushing st. peter off a cloud because he was in my way of walking and he didn't move out of my way fast enough"
Send me IC AITA questions, and my muse will judge if your muse was the asshole in that situation!
".....I would say that by most cultural standards.... you'd be considered the asshole, yes. Yes, you're the asshole."
Continued from Here!
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"You have such poise about you. However, body language, features - they can all tell you what you need to know without ever uttering a word," Alastor placed both claws on his microphone cane, leaning on it with an amused grin. "Defiance. Regret. Fear." The Radio Demon's smile held a sinister note after the final word, and he chuckled at the Exorcist. "Just some of the emotions that can be just as easily manipulated and exploited into small favors, and binding contracts. I don't much care for the weak-willed, it's rather boring. I like the challenge, and I like when there's spirit. Much like yourself."
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The gates of the fortress opened with a blow of a horn. Seems something else was present besides the usual supply caravan sent from Heaven. Perhaps it was reinforcements? Seems Sera got the letter about the surge in activity. Zuriel makes her way down to the gates, the whole settlement around the cathedral was buzzing with activity. Arm at her back she walks down to meet with the group of newcomers. One in particular caught her eye. Seems to be the one in charge.
"My my, I didn't expect to see our reinforcements so quickly. We, of The Sisterhood of The Sword humbly welcome you to our bastion of order in these chaotic wastelands on the far edges of our reality. I am Zuriel, Grandmaster of the Militant arm of our order. It is wonderful to meet you all." Giving a knightly salute to the group, gaze returning to Lute.
"Let's get you settled in shall we?"